TO VIOLETS 



199 



You must 

 know my name. 



My branches 

 are so gnarled. 



Even in win- 

 ter you can tell 

 who I am. 



But I am 

 most beautiful 

 in my summer- 

 dress. 



welcome 



TO VIOLETS 



maids-of-honor 

 neglected 



respected 



Welcome, maids of honor ! 



You do bring 



In the Spring 

 And wait upon her. 



